The Hot Barbed Wire Fence

When I was about five or six years old (1935-36) I was playing in the pasture on my grandfather’s farm, where we lived. The pasture was enclosed by an electric fence, designed by my grandfather. It was a barbed wire fence connected to the power line with two or three light bulbs wired in the circuit to reduce the voltage. A horse and a couple of cows had been electrocuted on the fence. While I was playing I wanted to cross the fence and, without thinking, grabbed the wire. What a jolt. I couldn’t let go. Fortunately my dad was within hearing distance of my screaming and came running. He grabbed my arm and  jerked it free from the wire, but not without ripping my hand on the barbs. Dad was there when I needed him the most. I don’t think it was an accident. I’ve been in worse predicaments in my life, but I have a Heavenly Father who is always there. I believe dad saved me from the consequences of an ill designed fence. I know God saved me from much worse consequences of a foolishly lived life. He’s always there. He never fails. The purpose of my book, Transformation The Servant’s Heart–A Life of Faith is not to do what only God can do, but to remind all Christians that there are a lot of attitudes and actions that grab us and won’t let us go without the strength of the Father. By the way, Granddad disconnecdted the fence and bought a commercial control.




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